The effects of the "botched" med change lived on into the weekend with Saturday being a day from hell.
The weather on Saturday was brilliant and should have been a day for getting out and doing things, like having my monthly haircut, but instead it was spend almost doubled up in discomfort at times.
I started out the day with what seems to be an obligatory little up-chuck and then developed shivers and clamminess. Not a good start, but unfortunately a sign of things to come.
The nausea was coming and going most of Saturday, comfort only coming from taking some ondansetron tablets (thank god we still had some in the drug stash). Even then, I went through rough patches waiting for the drug to kick in - things got worse, before the pill finally kicked in and delivered the needed relief.
For instance, the morning was spent wrapped up under a blanket on the couch. Afternoon, I managed to ditch the blanket, but was so washed out from just trying to find some comfort that the afternoon was a snooze-fest.
Sunday dawned much the same way as Saturday had, but that nasty feeling in the pit of my stomach wasn't there to the same extent. Still a slightly shaky start, but by mid-morning things had settled into somewhat of a "normal" state. Maybe at last the revised meds had kicked in. I suppose it took a couple of days to go off the rails, so should/would take a couple more to come back on.
As a precaution, Sunday morning was another spent on the comfort of the couch doing very little. After the mid-day meds, I was feeling more like I was ready to tackle the outside world, so Ruth S and I went for a Sunday afternoon drive - with me in the hot seat. It felt so good in so many ways. Firstly, nausea was settled, secondly I was actually getting out of the house for the first time in days and finally, I was driving.
The obvious lesson to be learnt from this - don't just accept the changes to the meds. I honestly feel my recovery has been pushed back by a good 3-4 days as a result of this mess.
It's now Monday morning and I had a disturbed night sleep. Throat is really dry at moment - has been for the last week or so, so numerous stirrings to have a drink, followed by need to empty the now full bladder - an unwanted vicious cycle. At best I get 1 1/2 to 2 hours sleep at a time at the moment. Woke with a bit of a sore stomach, but by being very slow and calculated about my movements, there was no up-chuck this morning. Did have a wee gagging session, but worked through that with more patience.
So here's hoping things stay settled today and for the rest of the week as well.
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